Possession -Lestat and Louis-by ~calceil The lid of the coffin slid to the ground with a soft thud, the warmth from the interior of the red velvet lined box escaping out into the cool air. The sky that lay beyond the curtain was dark with the coming night, stars dancing in the sky. Brown locks of hair fell down around his face, caressing the pale skin of his shoulders and cheeks. They eyes of a man who’d been without sun for a long time gazed lazily at the other coffin in the room, but the occupant had already vanished. The emptiness of the room sent a shudder down his spine as he moved out onto the balcony, his stiff muscles protesting the effort of moving.
The night air licked at the bare skin of his chest, his hands gripping the rail, his eyes closed. He let his mind wander away from his current life, his love and back to the past, back to the one who had been plaguing his mind for little over a month now. A single person who had changed his life permanently. …Louis… Louis’s eyes snapped open at the sound of his name, his eyes darting around the area. There was no one but himself and the empty room behind him. That voice…it had sounded so much like…like…him, the one who plagued him with this curse and toyed with his mind; him, the vampire who created him with whom a secret bond still remained. Lestat, he thought a sigh passing over his lips. Why must I keep remembering him? Why won’t he just let me be? Yes, the thought and image of the blond vampire was permanently trapped in the depths of his mind. The memories with him; of when Lestat turned him, of Claudia, and of meeting Armand. God, if Armand knew what he was thinking, the vampire would surely leave him. And yet…Why did some part of him wish that? Why did some part of him want the vampire Lestat to come back and rescue him from the bonds of society? …Louis… But why on earth would he, Louis who would rather starve than take the life of a human for food, want Lestat, the one who enjoyed the killing of humans, to come back for him? Lestat was cruel, and cared for only what Lestat wanted, and what Lestat wanted, Lestat got. That vampire loved to toy with people, hell he toyed with Louis god knows how many times. And nothing, nothing would ever throw Lestat off the hunt for what he wanted. Not even his own death. Louis shuddered at the memory, the images of that horrible scene playing in his mind. Sweet, innocent little Claudia had tricked, poisoned, then slashed the throat of Lestat for not telling her information, and he had done nothing to save him. He had just watched the whole…murder and did nothing to stop her, not even when Lestat had begged for his help. Louis had done nothing. …Louis… A strange and sudden pang of guilt hit him hard and fast as he remembered the past that had once been his own life. The sound of his voice being whispered came again, filling not his ears, but his mind. There was no more doubt; it was the voice of Lestat that whispered his name over and over. Slowly, his eyes closed as he traveled back again to the time he had spent with the vampire. His mind remembered the time spent, however brief it had been, inside the coffin with the elder vampire. The closeness that they had once shared and the thrill of when he had first been transformed into a vampire. Lestat had given him that, given him an eternal life, a new look at the world, and welcomed him into the world with opens arms. He had had a choice and he had chosen to live. It was Lestat who had given him life. …Louis… His ears heard the footsteps, but he paid them no mind. In all honesty, he figured it was just Armand returning early from the Theatre des Vampires, though that would be a rare thing at best, Armand never returned home early. And yet he still felt no fear, no rushing of nerves nothing. Whoever the stranger was, his body and mind told him that there was no reason to fear. Nothing to fear. The soft, smooth touch of a silk blanket being draped over his shoulders caressed his skin. The sensation of arms being wrapped around his waist protectively and tightly was unthreatening. Warm breath brushed against the shell of his ear as a voice whispered, “Louis.” A hand slid up his chest and turned Louis’s face towards the stranger’s and finally, finally Louis opened his eyes. “Lestat,” the name fell off his lips in a tone little more than a whisper, his eyes glancing up into those of the intruder. Lestat smirked, his blond hair encircling his face, his fangs visible behind his lips. The vampire pressed one, slender finger to Louis’s lips before leaning towards him and claiming Louis’s lips with his own. “Never forget my dear Louis,” Lestat whispered in his ear. “That you are mine.” In the next instant, Lestat was gone the only trace that he had ever been there was the blanket still wrapped around Louis’s shoulders. …You are mine…Louis…
